In this way, Xiaoyun returned to his home in a daze, and waited for the day, but he still didn't see his grandfather come back, and the silence at home was a little terrible. There was no way, Xiaoyun sighed helplessly, rubbed his faint little head, and had no choice but to return to his room and begin to practice his mental power using the training method given to him by his grandfather.

In fact, it is not only the magician who needs to train mental power, but also the prophet who needs a deep spiritual power, and through strong spiritual power, so that the prophet can better predict people or events.

Also, although Xiaoyun's spiritual power is very deep, he is not only a half-prophet, but he also has no talent for magic, because his sensitivity to magic is extremely poor! So far, no magic has been released, which makes Xiaoyun himself a little frustrated, in fact, Xiaoyun doesn't like prophecy, he prefers magic, but...

"Hey!"

Xiao Yun sighed helplessly and stopped cultivating, his mind is very chaotic now, as soon as he closes his eyes, he will unconsciously remember the broken beautiful crystal apple in his sleep just now, as a prophet, this kind of dream must be a prediction that something bad and big things are about to happen!

However, in this valley where there have never been outsiders, what bad and big things will happen? Xiaoyun shook his head helplessly, trying not to think about it anymore.

Time passed minute by minute, until nightfall, but grandpa still did not come back, which made Xiaoyun suddenly have a bad premonition in his heart, thinking of the elderly grandfather, Xiaoyun couldn't help but say: "It can't be, grandpa has an accident?!! ”

Thinking of this, Xiaoyun immediately set off and ran out of the door...

Xiaoyun came outside, but he couldn't see any figure, it stands to reason that no matter what he said on the road, there should be three, three, two or two clansmen, but the empty scene in front of him, he couldn't help but panic, and hurriedly shouted around: "Grandpa! Where are you grandpa? Grandfather! As a result, there was still no response.

Xiaoyun "pounced" and fell to the ground in frustration, and his mind was running extremely fast thinking, where would grandpa and the clansmen go?

The silent night seemed a little bleak, and even the starry sky was pitch black, without a trace of light from the stars.

Suddenly, a spiritual light flashed in his mind, and Xiao Yun knocked on his head and shouted, "Altar!" How did I forget the altar! Grandpa and the people all went to the altar! ”

Trotting all the way, Xiaoyun came to a hidden open place in the valley, and sure enough! Looking at it from afar, I saw a sea of people, Xiaoyun felt a burst of ecstasy in his heart, and all the clansmen had gathered here!

"But what is it that requires all the people to come to the altar?" Xiaoyun muttered to himself puzzled.

The altar of St. Kalenna is different from other altars, the altar of St. Kalenna is not actually used for sacrifice, but as a form, every time something major happens, all the people of St. Kalenna need to be led by the patriarch to the altar to pray to the gods, and then the prophet of the clan will stand on the altar to worship the great events that will happen in the future, so that the people can avoid disasters.

"Let it go, let it go!"

With his small body, Xiaoyun quickly squeezed through the crowd and came down to the bottom of the altar a few times.

On the altar, I saw two old figures standing on the altar, one tall and one short, although the patriarch was nearly 60 years old, but the perennial cultivation of magic made himself exude a majestic momentum, at this moment he was looking up at the night sky, clasped his palms, and prayed to the gods very devoutly, on the side, grandpa was draped in messy white hair, slightly closed eyes, the boring hands continued to caress the white crystal ball in front of him, and the mouth quickly chanted the incantation, and the whole body exuded a faint white mist, shrouded in grandpa's body.

"Oh!"

"It's amazing! That's great! ”

"Is the prophet of our St. Callen's clan so magical?"

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Underground, all the clansmen let out a sigh of admiration, if it was before, Xiaoyun would have proudly begun to blow out how powerful his grandfather was, of course, but at this moment, Xiaoyun surprisingly did not make any "testimonials", and looked at his grandfather very nervously and seriously, because of the strange dream he had at noon, Xiaoyun was very eager to know what his grandfather would predict, whether it had anything to do with his dream, and wanted to know what that dream meant.

"I just hope my uneasiness is superfluous, St. Karen Nayun, don't be narcissistic, you're just a half-ass, you're not a prophet at all, don't worry about it!" Xiaoyun began to mumble to himself, because he suddenly felt more and more uneasy in his heart, and began to comfort himself unconsciously.

"Kara!"

Suddenly, there was a sound on the altar that made everyone stop talking, and only their hearts could be heard.

"Probably, we're dazzled!"

All of them comforted themselves.

"Click!"

There was another incomparably crisp sound, which attracted everyone's eyes to focus on Xiaoyun's grandfather, to be exact, on the white crystal ball in front of Xiaoyun's grandfather.

"Click, click!"

Silence, silence, the cracks seemed to sound in the hearts of everyone, and then, not who took the lead in shouting, all the clansmen under the altar were in chaos!

"Oh my God! The prophecy ball is cracking!! ”

"How is that possible? You are a sacred relic that has been passed down from generation to generation by our St. Carlen's family! ”

"How could it be !。。。。?"

"Could it be that the gods have completely abandoned us?!!

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"Kela, Kela... Bang!!! ”

With a muffled sound, the sacred relics that the clan called St. Kalenna's family for generations burst into flames。。。

"How so?" Xiao Yun's mind was blank, even if he was only a ten-year-old boy now, even if he was only a half-baked prophet now, how could he not know what it meant for the prophecy ball to burst that had been passed down from generation to generation!

That is a very serious matter, the explosion of the prophecy crystal ball is related to the life and death of the St. Callen's family!!

"Are you alright?"

The patriarch on the side saw that Xiaoyun's grandfather's face was pale, and beads of sweat from the size of beans couldn't stop flowing out, trembling all over, obviously about to get rid of his weakness, so he hurriedly held him up and asked.

"Grandpa!" Xiaoyun exclaimed, hurriedly rushed up to hug his grandfather, and asked anxiously, "Grandpa, are you okay?" Grandfather! ”

"I'm fine, first, don't talk about this, patriarch... Xiaoyun's grandfather waved his hand, indicating that he was fine, and said to the patriarch on the side with difficulty: "Quick, there are outsiders, there are outsiders invading!" ”

"What?!" The patriarch's face was shocked, and before he could reflect it, there was a "swish" sound in the sky, and dozens of figures flashed past and came to the altar.

About twenty people, all dressed in black clothes, all black cloaks, uniform attire, the patriarch carefully observed, but found that there were nine archmages and twelve great swordsmen inside! Such a grand lineup shocked the patriarch who is usually very calm! You must know that there are not many great magicians and great swordsmen in the Magic Continent, and there are only a few thousand known great magicians and great swordsmen in the Magic Continent! Although the patriarch didn't know the pattern of the continent, there were also people in his clan who cultivated magic fighting qi, so he naturally knew how difficult it was to cultivate to the Great Magician and the Great Sword Master!

In the Magic Continent, the level of magicians can be divided into seven levels according to the strength of magic: magic trainee, junior magician, intermediate magician, senior magician, grand magician, magician, and god descendant. The ranks of swordsmen are divided into: Apprentice Swordsman, Junior Swordsman, Intermediate Swordsman, Senior Swordsman, Great Swordsman, Sword Master, and Sword God.

"Yo roar, I didn't expect that we had been looking for so long just to find such an old man! What a fucking back! Moreover, looking at the appearance of TM, I still can't live long. ”

"Forget it, don't care so much, hehe...

A coquettish laugh came from behind the big man.

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